This idea just popped into my head. I probably won't be updating in a while, but please don't let that discourage you from reading! Please review! If i don't get feedback and see if people like it I probably won't continue. Enjoy!
I wish…
What did she wish? Did she even know?
No.
She wished something…she just couldn't put her finger on it.
Did she wish her Prince hadn't left her? Not really. It was bound to happen sooner or later if that was the kind of man he was.
Did she wish she was back in her father's house? Of course not.
She did wish she could go see her mother…but the giant had destroyed the grave.
What do I wish?
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by Peter's cries. She turned her head in the direction of the crying and saw that Paul, the baker, was holding him and trying to comfort him.
"I don't understand…he usually calms down when I do that…" he said.
"Maybe he's hungry," Cinderella suggested. "I'll go feed him,"
Paul handed her the baby and smiled half-heartedly. Although he was eternally grateful that Cinderella had offered to nurse the baby until they could afford milk, it pained him greatly to see someone other than his wife doing it.
They had moved into a small hut with two rooms. The front room they used as the bakery, as baking was the only thing the baker knew how to do. Little Red, Jack, and Cinderella helped as much as they could to make as much bread and sweets that they could. Business had been slow lately since people had more important things to worry about than buying sweets because of the giant. They could barely afford to feed themselves.
Jack had gone out in search of other jobs to do, but many people had turned him down due to the fact that he had lower intelligence than the rest of the boys looking for jobs. Due to the fact that Little Red was still young, and a girl, she couldn't find a job wherever she looked. Cinderella kept herself busy by cleaning every little mess she saw in the little hut. The place was spotless every day. Cinderella also loved talking with Little Red. The girl had come to think of Cinderella as a mother. Cinderella also loved spending time with Peter. He was such a sweet baby.
Paul kept his mind off his loneliness by working. He baked, swept, and tended the fire all day. And then at the end of the day, he got to sit with Peter and tell him stories of his journey into the woods until he fell asleep. If he ever didn't have anything to do, he thought about Sarah too much, which never ended nicely. It pained him to look at Peter sometimes, as he had her eyes, and her lovely smile. But yet, it also comforted him to see part of his wife in him.
Cinderella rejoined them in the front room with Peter in her arms. She stopped to watch the way Paul put the logs into the fire. When he stopped he wiped his forehead and sighed heavily. There was so much pain in his eyes…Cinderella wanted nothing more than to ease that pain.
I wish…
"I guess he was hungry, then,"
"What? Oh yes he was," Cinderella smiled down at his tiny face. "He fell asleep,"
"Would you put him in the cradle?" he asked.
"Of course," with that she went into the back room and gently placed the baby in the cradle next to the bed that Paul and Jack shared. She watched him sleep for a moment. How nice it would be to have a baby of her own, with her own husband…
I wish…
Stop Cinderella. It's not your baby. It's Sarah, and Paul's baby.
I wish…
Paul. Why did his name give her butterflies? Why is it that when their hands touched for just a moment when he gave her the baby, it sent shivers up and down her spine? Why did everything feel so right when she was with his baby?
Cinderella shook her head in attempt to clear the troubling thoughts. She picked up her broom and went back into the front to sweep. It looked like it needed sweeping. After all, she hadn't swept it since two hours ago.
"I'm hungry," Little Red sighed as she kneaded dough.
"Well there isn't any food we can afford to ear until suppertime," Cinderella reminded her.
"I know," Little Red said. "I wish we had more food,"
"You know, I have an idea," Cinderella said. "I heard there are bushes in the woods that bear different berries. Maybe we could go pick some?"
"I'll do it!" Little Red said excitedly. She was desperate to do anything other than knead bread, and put bread in the oven.
"Are you sure you'll be alright in the woods, alone?" Cinderella asked.
"I'll be fine," Little Red reassured her. "As long as I've got Granny's knife,"
"Don't go too far in," Paul cautioned. "If you go too far without finding any berries, turn right back around and come straight home,"
"Yes, please," Cinderella added.
"I will I promise," Little Red said.
Into the woods I have to go, can't wait to leave so here I go. Into the woods it's time and so I must begin my journey.
Basket on her arm, Little Red skipped down the familiar path that led into the infamous woods.
Into the woods I go again I might come out no telling when.
But it had been so long…and the last time she had gone, some strange things started happening…was this really a smart choice?
But into the woods…
Before she knew it, she was surrounded by trees.
Into the woods…
She wasn't afraid. She wasn't afraid of anything. She would get those berries so that their broken little family wouldn't starve.
"Into the woods, then out of the woods, and home before dark!"
